Dollmaker || Jikook

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"Why have I been brought here?"

"Just look at the damn screen, agent."

Jimin's eyes flicker towards the large projected image on the white walls of the dimly lit investigation room, sitting in a chair, stripped off his weapon, his coat, his head heavy, his body aching.

He feels nauseas, dizzy even, his most recent memory being waking up in the ER and immediately being asked to report to the office, two officers at his tail throughout.

"B-But what happened?" He asks again to the nameless agent that stood in the corner, arms folded and eyes steady, narrowing every detail about the blonde.

"Agent, you know the protocols." The man seethed, at the very edge of lashing out, tense. "Co-operate."

Jimin swallows, wincing at his painfully dry throat, he had been too lost and two weighed down by the stares of his escorting officers to hydrate himself.

"You are requested to say the immediate number that comes in your mind when you see the following abstract images displayed."

Rings an automated voice from the speaker, signaling the beginning of the procedure with a countdown beeping so loud his ears ring, his thoughts distorted.

"There are a total of 14 images, the numbers are anything between 0 to 99 we shall now proceed."

The first image appears on the screen.

Just an assortment of random shapes, lines and colors.

"33." Jimin grumbled.

-

"Okay, so you're... psychic."

"No sir, I am not."

Kim Namjoon, admittedly, has not really spent a long time in his chair as the Executive Director of N.I.S [National Intelligence Service], Seoul branch, considering his young age. But he definitely knows, the results in front of him were something his seniors could have never come across despite years of their service.

Infront of him was a peculiar man, even though his appearance was flattering— a doll-like face, blonde-dyed hair that has obviously not been dyed in a while, sugary lips, his eyes were blank. His face unbelievably unmoving, he appeared small and gentle, but his training records and fellow officers said otherwise.

Nobody talked to Park Jimin.

Said his eyes unsettled them.

The way he looked into their eyes unnerved them.

His skills, his agility, every deciding point in training which led Jimin to this point were achieved with such quietness, it intimidated the fellow agents.

"You got seven numbers right, seven just by looking a random fucking picture?"

"I also got seven wrong, sir."

"You don't understand Park— most agents cannot get a single one right."

"I must've happened to be terribly lucky today...sir."

Jimin is very adamant regarding the nature of this topic, his posture unchanging, it's driving Namjoon insane, the other's silently commanding nature taking a toll, despite him having barely said anything to really agitate him.

"Very well then, explain how you knew he was in there, in the house."

"It is quite hard to explain, sir, I had no information to begin with, I merely suggested."